Day Four.
The morning sunlight was excellent, with spring rays falling, and everything exuding boundless vitality.
Boiling tea was once again poured into the white porcelain teacup. The green tea emitted a unique fragrance that was irresistibly refreshing, making one feel exceptionally comfortable with just a sniff.
Still in the pavilion, Lin Yuan and Qiao Yuanjing sat side by side.
Picking up the teacup, Lin Yuan took a sip.
Meanwhile, beside him, Qiao Yuanjing's face appeared much more haggard. Compared to his competence two days ago, it was clear he was under immense pressure.
"Why? Why is this?"
While Lin Yuan was observing from afar, Qiao Yuanjing fixed his eyes on Lin Yuan, constantly questioning in his heart.
A seemingly ordinary Lin Yuan, whose cultivation was merely focused on consolidating three acupoints. Yet, he himself had consolidated ten acupoints—why did Lin Yuan make him feel such intense pressure?
